When my five-year-old mentioned visiting “Daddy’s other kids” at the “secret house,” my heart stopped. I thought I knew my husband completely, but what I discovered left me speechless. I never thought my husband could do something like this.
It was a Tuesday.
Just a regular Tuesday that started like every other day in our quiet suburban life.
I picked up my son Tim from kindergarten, and he was his usual bubbly self.
His cheeks were smudged with glitter glue, and he was proudly holding up a floppy paper plate turtle with googly eyes.
“Look, Mommy!” he beamed, holding it up like it belonged in the Louvre.
I smiled, crouching down to his level. “Wow, buddy. That is absolutely amazing.
Is it a ninja turtle?”
“No,” he giggled. “It’s just Turtle. He doesn’t fight anybody.
He’s really slow, but he’s nice.”
I buckled him into his car seat and handed him his afternoon juice pouch. He stabbed the straw in with the dramatic flair of a tiny samurai, took a long sip, and then casually said the sentence that completely upended my world.
“Mommy, can we go to the playground near Daddy’s other house again? I miss his other kids.”
Daddy’s other house?
His other kids?
For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him.
I forced myself to laugh, because what else do you do in such situations?
“Whose kids, sweetheart?” I asked.
He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Daddy’s other kids! The ones who call him ‘Dad’ too!
They had juice boxes and a bouncy couch.”
“When did you meet them?”
“When you were in the airplane on your work trip. Daddy said it was a secret house.”
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